Olympia Provisions

We were greeted with a “Can I help you?” as if we didn’t belong there or we were lost. The proper way to greet customers should always be welcome in. Then the host asked if we wanted to look at the menu prior to being seated, again.. felt like he was insinuating the prices may be too high? Not sure but we didn’t see him ask any other customers that arrived after us.. The food was okay.. I got up to ask someone at the bar if I could get a to go box and again, another lady from outside the bar walks up and says “Can I help you?” in an off tone, no smile to her face.. nothing. Not someplace we will be returning to.

Italian charcuterie board was aawesome. Kinda spendy when adding a beer but worth a trip once in awhile

The waitress was very sweet and suggested wine. She walked us through it and made some pours. The boards were great we had the French one with a white wine. The muscles were great we will definitely come back if we are in the Portland area!

It had been a long time since I’d been in and I’m so glad we went. The food was awesome and the selection of cocktails, mocktails, wine, and whiskey were right up our alley. Great atmosphere and service. They also have a cold case of meats and can either add to your tab or do a separate bill for that. Had the pork roll brunch sandwich at the suggestion of our server and it was perfect.

Still my favorite haunt after all of these years :) Amazing, kind, and talented staff. And like ALL the meat. Can’t go wrong!

Great charcuterie. Fancy, tasty, filling. Bread was also amazing.

If Google provided the opportunity to write a more excoriating review, I would avail myself to it on this rare occasion. By the time our very prolonged evening at Olympia Provisions finally ended I had multiple members of my party in their 70s and 80s commenting that they were physically cold, especially their feet and could not wait to leave vice hearing the dessert options. Heaven knows we had been imprisoned long enough in Olympia Provisions gulag. Granted we were seated in the, “entryway seating” but from context clues you would think that the extremely inattentive staff would noticed that everybody in our seating area had their jackets on and maybe...I don't know...intervened for the purposes of hospitality (i.e., the restaurant industry), out of sheer humanity or the simple civic responsibility we all share to care for the elders in our community. If you can’t make a seating area a satisfactory environment maybe don’t seat people there. That’s some professional restaurant consulting I’ll offer for free. When tje food finally did arrive, it came out very slowly and piecemeal with about 25 total minutes from the first entrée arriving to the last, and both individuals that ordered pork chops indicated that their meals were inconceivably cold. Toward the end of the evening I asked for a to-go box as my entree came-out dead last after 4 people had finished but did Sloane bother to remember the to go box...oh hell no...why would she have? If she had brought a box it would have been the final piece allowing us to depart our forced internment. Worse still, this place was chalked-full of and catering to a veritable cornucopia of listless, androgynous, feckless humans with no obvious benefit or contribution to society and was a disappointment in every conceivable measure of hospitality. Granted, Olympia Provisions didn’t ruin Christmas but they certainly tried. Well done! The best part of this review? I'm just some GenX knucklehead writing this which is great because by definition it means it doesn't matter what I think. This review is meaningless. Unlike the staff of this restaurant or the patrons, I’m not precious or special. I'm just some Rando on the innernette slinging letters. However, I'm also a S.N.O.B, a veteran and a public servant I was born and raised in Portland. I served my country spending 9 years in the Pacific and 1 year in the Indian Ocean, in part, to preserve our way of life and freedoms of these anti-establishment, identity-centric, “hospitable” employees. I now work in Public Health serving truly worthy people because serving the privileged is mundane and counter to the word, “service.” I do my part for King and Country at my own personal expense and I occasionally return home for recuperation and financially support my beloved hometown. You're welcome for my service by the way although no thanks are necessary…however decent, respectful and mildly attentive service would be appreciated as a “hospitable” gesture whilst dining out. You see, I flew home this time to spend time with my ageing parents (also S.N.O.B.s) who have been in the same house since 1973, and enjoy our shared hometown. They were both public servants for their entire careers too. Nobody needs to thank them either. They crushed-it and they know it. Regardless of our backgrounds, to treat humans in this capacity is unconscionable. To be treated in the manner we were treated, which at best could be defined as subhuman is revolting. Olympia Provisions…be better. Serve hot food. Care for the elders in the community. Be attentive if you are providing unsafe conditions. Be kind to veterans and public servants who have dutifully served and continue to serve and just want to enjoy an evening in their hometown supporting local businesses. Be inclusive to everybody, not just people like you. Don’t be what you are, which at the moment, is horribly awful by every measure.